I am stuck inside a tornado
Thoughts are swirling bleeding and clotting into dark feelings and these are cutting off my oxygen
I am hopeless, empty.
Then, a Word.
A new idea, a lyric, a sunset, a certain color blue, a smile, a phone call, a snowflake
I am filled back up again, transported to a garden with a post-storm glow.
I am inspired back to life.
And I am alive to respond.
Now I am furthering the chain of inspirations
to bring more souls back to life.